New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-01-19

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great masses Of whole meat kept COM
ing to the sufarce. After three quar-
tiers OF an hour OF hard work he had
got it SO there wasn't any pieces more
than one and a halfinches square and
two inches thick, though there was
plenty that big. Then he went for the
molasses jug.
you amt going to call that fine
enough for the meat?" says I.
Course it's fine enough says he.
Takes the life all out of the mince.
meat or hash or anything, to chop it
too fine"
"But jeremiah says I, 10th to see
so much good meat wasted, .tthat
wont be fit to eat Let me take it;
I'd rather chop than see the pies spoil
ed. ;"
"Sp'iled!" he cried. "Who's maxim
these pies, Philura?"
Il wouldn' want to swear that any
body was" says /.
s'You always make your pies too
sweet, he went on, measuring out SUI
gar by the teaspoonful. "My mother
never used much sugar.
Then he cured in two teacupfuls OF
cider and molasses and a teacupful Of
vinegar. He liked them real tart, he
said
"Now for Spices says he. 'Lemme
see. She used to put in a lot ginger,
[ remember And thereupon the
whole two-ounce package was emptied
into the pan. "And cinnamon-ain't
we got any cinnamon stick?"
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like it,
"Its best for pies, I guess, but this
will CO., whereupon the package of
cinnamon followed the ginger. Gloves
oh, yes! Where's the mortar m pes
tle?" And he ground up a quarter of
a pound of cloves and stirred them in.
CHOW, that's, all but the raislns. O!
no, there's the apples" And he shov-
ed in the chopped apple. '<Oh! yes,
bread. My mother used to chop up
bread and put it in. =
'That was when she was short of
apples" remarked.
"Who's runnin' these pies?" he re-
peated. "Git me some bread, will
YEP" =.
I brought the bread, and he pound
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'Now, I guess it's ready" and he
began to ladle 1T into his under crusts..
"Ain't you going to taste of it and
see whether it's right?' says I. Your
mother used to-" -..<.
''That's So" says he, "and so did
/, and want it good?"
He smacked his lips and tasted, but
noticed he didn't smack 'em the Sec
ond time.
"You ought to set it on the fire and
cook it all together" l couldn't help
saying. "Why, what's the matter,
Jeremiah?'
The tears was chasing eachaother
down his hollow cheeks, and for a
minute was real scairt.
'There seems to be aleetle too much
ginger" he said, BLOWN his nose, "but
I'll fix 'em.''
Then he went to work putin in
more stuff. A cup more of cider
molasses and cup more of vinegar,
considerable pepper, but no salt, two
pounds OF raisins, whole, and the con-
tents OF a bottle OF paregoric, l see
him put in. Then he went to the set
tin'-room closet and brought the bot
tie OF brandy keep for sickness, and
put about half OF that into the mix
ture he was concocting. l looked
Mortified. indeed, for never use it in
cooking.
Doctors say mince-pies ought al
ways to hev brandy in 'em to keep EN-
from hurtin' folks" says he: 81 don't
begruch a leetle brandy in such good
pies as these"
Then he stirred up the whole mess.
My land! There was great chunks OF
meat, and great long strings of it.
And such a looking pan of mince- meat
never see!
But [ said nothing as he went on
and filled his pies, and proceeded to
cover 'em. The crust had got so hard
and stiff he could scarcely roll it out,
but he finally got it down not much
thicker than the under-crust. With
out cutting any air-holes he covered
the pie, tucking in the edge where 1t
came over, and pulling it out where it
came short. Then his pies went into
the oven.
He insisted or building up an awful
fire, and in a few minutes the juice Of
his pies CHS meat WAS floating around
in an abundance OF molasses and vim
egar) came running out on the floor.
jeremiah bounded to- the oven door.
He didn't look near so clipper as
when he first began his pies.
81 wish, Philura,' say she, you'd
jest see here q minute. That crust
don't act we'll.
should say not! Tbs inside had
riz up and was runnin' over all around,
while thick, leathery- ooking sub
stance rose up in tine middle Of it,
BURT pretty near black.
WHO'S ruunin' these pies, Jeremi-
ah?" says I. You didn't stick your
two crnsts together. J"
oval, why didn't you tell me not
to begin with them?' he yelled; not
twit me with it now
But went back to the settin' room
where was sweeping, and lett him to
rastle with the pies alone.
But after awhile Hooked out. new
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